Amare works silently as he slices up vegetables with levels of precision you didn't think were possible. Beads of sweat build up on his forehead, I guess cutting vegetables is stressful or something. You and Amare have been dating for 2 year's now and you still can't get over how good his cooking skills are. You wait impatiently for him to finish cooking.

Amare: "Staring at me isn't gonna speed the process up my love."